A touch and go
I buried myself long ago
It was just touch and go
One little useful thought
Complete salvation was sought
I had dreamed about many things
I could do nothing much or attained something
It was as usual complete rout
I have nothing more to talk about
My heart remained almost dry
No one came forward and asked why
No river flow was expected
I accepted the fact and never reacted
I had so much to offer
I remained among and never differed
Yet I got kick backs in return
I had nothing to offer in turn
It was creating lots of impact
I was expected reasonably to act
I was burdening for no useful out come
I had strong desire but was not always welcome
I think for calling of the day
This is only option or way
Person should make voluntary recall
As it can be his final call
No one may come to know of fine gesture
You have lived for them for entire tenure
It was now turning against you
You have lost the faith and it is very true
I am no were physically connected
Fear in mind and illusions wrongly created
It is driving me away from real world
The world seems different and very cold
I see the concept differently
Even though I have not felt it unhappily
It is gradual change and has affected many
I am one of the individual among so many
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Sort of infatuation
I came back fast on net
I never wanted her to go or let
It was some sort of infatuation
But was not sure of real relation
It is gradual process in any development
But turns on to alter as happy moment
How one feels about other!
Dreams about to come true and bother
In young age you may term it as natural
Like spring it is welcome and comes as usual
But what about love in later stage of autumn?
When one thinks about beautiful flowers in garden
Oh! Is it called love of real nature?
I repeatedly asked self but was not sure
It created ripples and I turned cold
What would they term it in this selfish world?
I wrote about end of the road
When one is suddenly facing load
Love of young woman in life and its impact
Oh! God it is tremendous courage and powerful act
I think again and again
She is my mate and new concern
Life has made simple 'u' turn
I wan to come back to her in return
She has thought of my fading star
I shall soon be leaving very far
As destiny has narrow and wide angle
Soon it may create for her a trouble
I may dream about her till end
If not as permanent but special friend
That keeps my vigor and strength
In tact and prepares to go to any length
I now want to love and live more
She has given hope to explore
New horizons and new vast land
Where she and I can walk hand in hand
Fear grips me all of sudden
She has cared for me even
I now offer her complete faith
Till I breathe last at the time of death
The spirit inside weakens me
Allows me to come out of cage and feel free
It is same place and shade underneath the tree
Where I had dreamed about her as honeybee
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How do I dare to tell about secret?
Life has only few moments to set
It may take few more years
No one may believe even my own ears
I shall still be high in sky
Twinkling as star but feeling very much shy
What did I give her in return to her for life support?
I have no answer for it or to report
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Futile Search
I have decided that there is nothing more to gain
Only to take care that it remains in tack and doesn’t go to drain
Lots of sequences emerged in mind and reminded me of hard struggle
There was complete peace in mind and spending rest of time without any trouble
I gave second thought over years of futile search
It had taken my complete life for the end to reach
One may take satisfaction in securing material comforts
To enjoy complete joy as if ship has anchored the port
What did force me to go in for materialistic world?
Where all happiness and joy remain feeling less and cold
It has artificial pull from friends and relatives
But I had remained careful in choice and very subjective
Even though I have everything at my disposal
People were ready to accept me with any proposals
I knew it was their love for my wealth and luxurious way
But some of the aspects were keeping me always away
My forefathers spent their life with meager sources
This was one of main reason and driving force
I had one concept very clear in mind
That I will go for all out hunt and find
The wealth and all fame needed for my satisfaction
I had made my views know to all and gave clear indication
I ventured into selfish world with only one aim
Complete reliance on self and something more to claim
By dong so, I didn’t sell my soul
I remained calculative but very cool
I employed honest ways and treasured the truth
That is the reason today I sit alone and feel worth
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White snow
It had snowed for hours
We remained completely indoors
There was no other go then to confine
Though we all were feeing very fine
It was season’s first fall
We waited for nature’s call
The land was covered with white sheet
The area was deep and clad with many feet
The children came out with no fear
The joyous voice was there to hear
They had their own choice to celebrate
It was wonderful experience to narrate
May be we are representing snow
We have not prepared ourselves to grow
Now as river water is frozen to by Celsius zero
There won’t be any reason for us to feel hero
The relations are frozen to dangerous level
There is hardly anything to project or tell
We have become symbolic as nature
Flowing away from secured line of future
I know every year it may come and snow
The icy winds may be faster to flow
It will send chill waves into bones
The ill waves will never be by gone
I will grow with all sorts of cold and rain
It will be only aimed to get something or gain
Nothing is compared to the quality of nature
As he is totally unaware of it or sure
What will be impact of my cold behavior?
Nothing so far as my nature is known to others
It has deep in our blood and mind
We are not for anything good to find
The cold spell may last long
The snow is part of life and belongs
It may bring fortune little later
When turn into water with complete situation to alter
Though clad completely white over vast area of land
We see no hidden plot from nature’s hand
It is her yearly schedule to be in time as expected
We are here to honor it and positively acted
Though very harsh during complete season
We face it willingly without any reason
It has its own charm and in right place
Complete world is in joy to rush for race
It does not baffle anybody not even local man
They are used to it as normal human
The sports person may have their own inception
The general feeling is for warm welcome and reception
We have into being with reality
Nature has its own cycle and quality
We are not copying any of the hard hit calamities
It has its own inherent inbuilt utilities
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Final adieu, Jackson
Final adieu Jackson
Our heart felt so much sadness to offer you colorful wreath,
We were all soaked with tears on your death,
Heart beats witnessed rise and fall and stopped to breathe
Millions cried all over but there was nobody to soothe,
Oh, legandry figure and king of pope
We had high regard and high hope,
You had excellence and found arts to rope,
Sadness, happiness and misery were ready to cope,
You crated music which was eternal in essence
Sentiments ran high and you lived with elegance
Music, concerts and program made you always tense,
Your message of Life couldn’t be delivered in any sentence,
World really faced from music starvation and alienation,
Music was dying out and there was no more innovation,
You came on earth to offer new creations,
Couples and fans world over enjoyed with recreations
It was dimensional path with new direction
Live shows all over and dance in action,
Feet were playing game by creating lovely melody,
New soul was breathing and dancing the whole body,
You were true to cause and worthy Jackson
Truly wedded to your profession and worthy son,
What did you gain in your entire stay,
Lived self in exile or isolation and kept far away,
You suffered for the cause pf humanity and mankind
People fooled you and cheated with gesture unkind
You faced them one by one and didn’t mind,
You remained liberal at hear and too mild
We were not at your death bed side
You breathed last and we could not hide
It was our deepest regard for you as kind soul
How could we smell in you as any foul?
We could not witness your last funeral,
Millions may watch your final inaugural,
we wish our words to reach in your ear,
Memory will cherish for coming many years
How could you be taken away in this way?
We had so much hope and waited for bright ray
You were sign of emerging as bright star
You will be twinkling in sky very far
,
We have lost our dearest and worthy son,
Respect and regard high for no other reason,
World may change and so also the seasons,
Music of eternal peace will remain for all persons,
You may still rule the scene for many generations
To occupy your place or throne is out of question
You lived so short among us and bade farewell
We have cried for you to pray” stay always well”
Our heart felt condolences to the millions of lovers all over the world for bidding final good bye. Long live kind pope of music.
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Loves About To Change My Heart
I never needed someone
cos I always led a life of my own
Never waited for the ring of the phone
Never had anyone here
When I got home
But loves about to change my heart
Im waiting for the doorbell to chime
When I always lived one day at a time
I thought that I was getting on fine
Never felt I was alone
til you change your mind
Loves about to change my heart
Could a day be so long
When I always felt secure and so strong
And all the time as I went along
Never thought I would desire
So much to belong
Loves about to change my heart
Loves about to change my heart, ooh
Never ever thought the sky was so blue
Never ever thought Id feel so new
Always thought Id know what to do
But I guess I wasnt counting on you
What did I know
I always felt so much on control
I thought Id make it all on my own
Never thought I would forget
All I have known
Loves about to change my heart
Loves about to change my heart
Loves about to change, change, change
My heart...
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A Divine motherhood
I had no answer for her seeking motherhood
The storm was expected as it was likelihood
The desire was so intense that it almost made me to sink
I sat motionless and eyes remained static without any blink
It is blessing from God to attain body perfection
It can be had only after rendering some satisfaction
Why does this question arise when there is sudden urge or indication?
Why does woman demand after feeling so much suffocation?
It is not easy to feel pulse of psychological mind
You may go for easy way out or try to find
The real crux of problem to have some escape
Try to think fresh and give it a complete reshape
Is it strong feeling to come and take shape of little child?
Why does she agree for total forgiveness and go very mild?
Is it divinity call to be responded by her with greater responsibility?
Is it not the genius call emerging from within to be followed with ability?
I read between lines the strong urge and decided to act
It was no game of love or hate but simple act to react
Why was that intense feeling for bearing a soul in womb?
Why initially I thought it like explosives used in bomb?
She had her own reasons to express true form
She was attached to earth loved creation like earthworm
It was in fact her womb that longed for some lively space
There was nothing new in her mental agony like mad race
She was expected to think on general lines of all mothers
She had followed family patters consisting of sisters and brothers
I bowed my head in respect to her wishful thinking
It saved me from negative thought and sinking too
What did she whisper in my ears when I was too close?
“I want junior man in my lap with same pose”
What an ideal thinking when she was really in turmoil?
Heart and mind at daily clash with mind ready to boil
“I feel jealous for being your close friend”
“I see in it as new beginning and not the end
Let stars and moon shine in their own sphere!
Why we should not acclaim our feat without any fear?
I couldn’t believe my eyes but saw the bright shine
She was perfect model with eyes so beautiful and fine
I was to deliver her happiness for divinity call
It was just to take me to sky without further fall
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Out Of Cage
All these years I ran after
Wealth, assets, amusement and laughter
I got no joy with any of them either
It was driving me with fear
I was lonely soul
Caged but looked beautiful
Everyone praised my fame
But I felt in heart a real shame
'Was it not a trap' I felt
Something bad at heart was smelt
I, for a moment, decided to come out
I had lot more in mind to talk about
Yes it was golden cage
To be kept in for all the ages
Surrounded by illusory magic
I now realized its hollowness with basic
Father, mother sister and wife too
Felt real joy and happiness through
I saw it on their faces with shine
I too at once felt very fine
No, this is not my goal
I felt it a real foul
Not suiting to my real soul
I decided to make it final call
One more strong resolve
And all problems may be solved
No anger, hunger or any other wish
Life must end with fine finish
I wished to open the door
Now I was real rich and not poor
I saw the closeness with divine land
Everything seemed to be beautiful and not dead end
I am finally out of cage
Walking away with prints behind on page
I may be cursed, laughed and called coward
I shall have more in store to look forward
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A kindness with gesture
A person will be know by his own behavior
He will be his own destructor and savior
His turn about may speak well about personality
It may also prove his ability and capability
He can’t become well-known for his fortune
No one may buy his arguments or fall to his tune
There may be many like him in this world
They may enjoy their life but their approach may be very cold
We can give advice to others ob the basis of expertise
People may offer all support and at the same criticize
It is state of art that comes to the person’s rescue
He may have all the fame and name which is due
What do people expect from you as gentleman?
Few kind words and treatment very human
It may raise your status to the highest position
It will also be known as rare combination
What in return of kindness we offer?
Will it be in form of blessings or simple murmur?
Words should not simply fall or flow?
If they are spoken with affection then face must also glow
May it be from elders in the form of kiss?
It may also be special offer and gesture from Miss
I shall welcome it without any hiss
Who knows it may be or prove real bliss?
I shall prefer to remain unknown and live alone
Even if no help comes from any one
I must accept it with full joy from inception
Even if that is offered with some deception
Why then so much noise is created?
Is there not real love which is recreated?
Do we ever sing when some one is cremated?
Do we not shed tears even if it is lamented?
How do we define it in terms and exactly?
Message is conveyed properly and correctly
May it not looks so neat and clean?
As heart and mind act together and lean
Why simple kiss creates hornet’s nest?
Is it not the ideal to offer as best?
Why at all it should give nuisance test?
No gossips, no rumors and put them at rest
What difference it makes if offered on forehead?
Love and true affection takes place and spread
All sentiments can be expressed and simply read
Fragrance comes out of it and coolness is felt in head
Lovers may take it as warm welcome
Daughter may feel simply good and feel awesome
Wife to husband may seem as emerging gesture
Happy moments may appear with beautiful nature
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Find No Answer
I could find no answer
May be answer with fewer
I believe in rain’s shower
It gives little hope of survivor
I turn around and see beautiful things
I hoped to find new or something
It may satisfy my long urge
Some one may come forward for bonds to forge
I really long for some kind of attachment
Where I can confine or make some movement
A movement of long lasting relation
That has remained distant possibility for the want of revelation
To remain aloof from mainstream is no answer
We have live among all vultures for future
Nothing may prove it relevant or look real
Some closeness is to be created for special deal
Don’t go for meaningless words
It is out of dated concept to look forward
You may expect back lash or some kind of fear
But it is part and parcel of life hence to bear
What can you see in drunken stage?
Flying high in sky with unmindful of an age
What happens when intoxication is over?
You have no time left for make over
The real place is among human beings
We got to be a part of circus ring
Not all animals may try to befriend
Yet we can not take it as complete end
It may impossible to take fresh air
If all the time we fear about polluted air
There may bad smell along with good odor
We must try to adjust and seek for
I need make it in form of appeal
Only outdated ideas must be repelled
We can certainly live with changed situation
The balance can be maintained with good equation
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Free space
Free space
We are still not confident of our abilities
We lack confidence and ignore capabilities
Every individual has stored and reserved capacity
This is considered as one of the finest unknown quality
How come a person reacts angrily at failure?
Within a second he braces up to make it sure
As if nothing has happened to deter him for goal
Now he as to start afresh with another call
He need go for any special coaching for this exercise
Nature is there for providing clues and stand with promises
There comes complete change with one season following another
To discard the old and encourage human being to share and solder
No body ends life with little reversals
The success and failure affects little on their arrival
It provides enough of lessons to enjoy and share the grief
But always keep in mind that they stay for a while or brief
The sun rises and sets as usual without change
The nights change course and stay calm to manage
Birds as usual air the melody in the morning
Return to their nests with fulfillment of mission in the evening
If birds can survive with weak wings
We can sure face the draught as human being
We can’t run away from the scene as coward
Life is mission to survive and look forward
If life was to be like cake walk
It was not necessary to have any kind of talk
But the real things are far different
Some of the things are illusory even if look apparent
Have conciliatory approach and adjust the course
It may need some correction and brilliance of course
This is the trend which may warrant some sense of urgency
It may turn the tide in favor and change the frequency
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Always miss me
You will always miss
My tender love and kiss
The story turned with the twist
It has remained only a mist
I had dreamed of a Little but
It was shrouded by mystery and but
You never came with good proposal
I only waited for your arrival
The dark clouds used to make me awake
The life and everything was at stake
The situation was about to make
It seems unrealistic and now will break
You were self centered
You had deviated and altered
Your original course and back tracked
Your promises proved hollow and faked
I know you might not missed me at all
As you had not responded to call
I had slipped and preferred down fall
You were still a mystery and proved wall
You were clever and very smart
You smashed and broken my heart
I have no reason still to feel being cheated
I have eagerly watched and waited
Will you come and make me happy?
Or will you deceive me like many?
I had full faith and strong desire
You had all the way preferred to admire
I clearly failed to pick
You were hell bent with to beat with stick
It was invisible blow to mind
I was unable to sense and find
Am I not at all so weak?
I feel bad but do not speak
I retain and do not reveal
With heavy heart I prefer to conceal
I wish it to be temporary phase
The fear and agony I want to erase
It is not allowing me to feel at ease
I wait for new energy to release
Let there prevail some change
Let him come straight and manage
I shall welcome him for various reasons
He is so close to my heart as person
I have never tried to find any fault
It was close secret and held in vault
It will not be spoken at any cost
You have remained close to heart and in mind uppermost
I shall not complain or shed the tears
I will simply watch and truthfully bear
The wounds inflicted by you as reward
I shall be anxious and look forward
You are not less than anybody
Still you hold special position as somebody
I found it quite amusing and pleasant
If would be doubled if you had remained present
I shall never be a dejected person
I have understood and followed every season
I know the tide will turn one day
I will feel happy in special way
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Not meant to be silent
You were not meant to be silent
You got to be responsive and resilient
There is nothing more to give vent
This is feeling which is to be sent
There may be none for person
He may be neglected for any reason
Yet he is true and to the cause
Why do you leave him? Because.....
It is not the starts that make the union
There may be difference of opinion
But no one disregards for no fault
The friendship is not something like to be guarded in vault
You may not like to see bright day
You may prefer black night in your way
Still there lies preference
One can differentiate and draw inference
I shall not seek personal audience
It was desire the day you left since
It was like putting salt in wound
I felt no pinch even if it was found
Whatever may be the grievance?
There is no use to continue hence
Forgiveness is best option given
We are never narrowly driven
It has been tradition since years
We are used to bad words to hear
Still they appear nice and acceptable
As we did accept it as respectable
You had entered as thin air
I was compelled to see your beautiful hair
You moved in with elegant style
I was totally lost for a while
You smiled and left the room
There prevailed again the gloom
I came out of room and went for stroll
She remained through out in mind like doll
It can be taken as good sign
At least she was inclined and resigned
The whole concept was to be redesigned
She stood there perfect in new dress design
She had her own idea about life to be spent
She had preferred not palace but the tent
She never commented about poor condition
It was her way of living without precondition
You faced many set backs
The kindness you had proved simple draw back
You were easily carried away and sunk
I treated you well even though was fully drunk
You took complete shift by surprise
You did not allow sun to rise
You made up your mind to wind
All past connections no where to find
It was bound to cast gloom as you decided
Severance of all relations yet not to be confided
It was pure and individual perception to follow
At least as a friend I had no other option but to allow
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From A Faked Surface
My love is complete!
I do not offer pieces of it to please.
What is felt is spoken.
And the affect of it given,
Is not my purpose or intent...
To disrespect or offend.
And...
If my love is received that way,
What I am given in return...
Has to be crumbs conveniently scraped,
From a faked surface.
To be eventually dismissed.
My love is complete!
I do not offer pieces of it to please.
If that is what you are accustomed to doing...
You will not know true love with me.
When I give it,
It is with all that I have...
Blemishes, flaws and regrettable moods.
To correct...
But never to hide.
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An assassin's bullet
Is the tolerance has taken back seat?
Do we stab a person when tries to greet?
What are we to offer in the name of tolerance?
What alternate we have in everybody’s presence?
Will wanton killing may alter the situation?
Will it not raise the eye brows and questions?
It is condemned all over but with mute voice
World is taking no notice or create noise
Can we be called generous human being?
What happiness we can offer or bring?
We can not praise almighty in sacred place
There are bomb blasts to eliminate the race
Are we falling to wicked designs?
Merely surrendered and resigned
Where are we heading for as of today?
Killings and looting is on all the days
I can not offer my prayers
There wait the assassin as bullet sprayers
I have no place to beg for your mercy
I bow my head in shame and feel pity
All holy verses are forgotten
Resorting to orgy of violence often
I am at pain to learn the crux of teachings
Who may be taking guidance for preaching?
We call ourselves as children of God
We respect and obey every word of lord
We earnestly request to fill heart with kindness
Not a single word to cause any sort of unhappiness
I wish to ignore all holy norms
Let no one come, advocate and inform
What the humanity and religion stands?
Who is to be considered foe or friend?
I have no faith in such philosophy
Who openly preach violence and offer money with trophy?
They are named as crusader and martyrs of the cause?
Let them look behind and assess the situation with pause?
Crocodiles and vultures are true friends
They have remained with us till the end
They have not polluted the air or water
We are going to vitiate and alter
Who has generated hate campaign and ceaselessly maintained?
Why so many bodies lay scattered all over as stained?
What does it speak of natural understanding and true religion?
Why is it spreading its wings in other regions?
We all express true allegiance to written words
We inherit the substance and look forward
As whole world lay before us for embrace
We critically ignore the fact for the gloom to face
As we stand on the brink of disaster?
No solution is sought after
We have reached zero tolerance
No possibility is expected in near future hence
There will be rebirth of another messiah
Who will bear the burnt and lay down the life
We may then lament the fall of star
What otherwise would have been achieved without war?
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Enjoy More
I had lot more to enjoy than to loose
Between the devil and good I had to choose
It was going to be different universe in a long way
I was to catch child’s finger in fateful days
I was criminal in all the respects
Some people were fearful of my acts
I could sense the way they would prefer to react
Something was forcing them back in fact
I am earthy man with full of lovely feeling
The criminal past forbids me to stop further killings
I saw the changes when I declined to be blind
As at home wife had delivered beautiful child
“Is the world so beautiful to live in? ”
“Can there be more losses with gain”
I was puzzled to read in between lines
But fact remained there that I was feeling fine
She was for all smile when noticed some changes
I was changing fast with resolve to manage
No more hatred and wrong acts in coming days
I held her hand with promise in distinct way
How come one factor can change entire life?
I had performed all the acts with use of knife
Taken lots of lives for the self protection
Now I have decided to go in for corrective action
Lovely child reminds me of beautiful days ahead
I want the life to be completely different and lead
Let whole world gun for my life if they prefer
But I shall stand fast and may not like to suffer any more
The child has brought good fortune
May be at right time to change the tune?
Sing a song of total harmony with relative peace at heart
No one teaches anything but comes as surprise with good start
It may not be smooth transformation
But I am at rest with no more questions
Life can be led differently at any time
Little divine grace is needed sometimes
What kind of medicine can be useful for sound health?
Can worldly pleasures bring change with enough of wealth?
I find none but yes to some unforeseen development
It is altogether blessings in disguise with slight improvement
If there was to be best place for criminals in world
Nobody would have thought it for second and turn cold
At given point of time something struck to the mind
We may be different person with all changes to find
I want no more past history
I wish not to feel sad and carry
Let it remain buried for good
I have come to sense and lately understood
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Turn to His fold
Why do we ultimate think of and turn to His fold?
Why such is state when we develop fear and cold?
Why do we develop first belonging of the world?
To feel discouraged when reality is bluntly told
Where else individual can finally go for solace?
Who will offer him solace, a big buildings or palaces?
Enormous wealth will add to tension and worry
You won’t know what else you need to carry?
You are left with no option but to try other means
Turning to friends means to invite betrayal and lean
Turning to relatives means another big no
These all will turn you to search for and ready to go
This is how we turn our head towards mythological belief
We shall go in for many orthodox means to avail relief
It won’t be coming to you even after following blind way
You are left with no future and no hope of bright ray
I think turning to God has been taken as final refuge
You try to believe in for what you continuously refused
You thought of reaching highest peak and scaled
Still you felt of being cheated and failed
If we are following what has been going on for years
It will never fail us even if unkind words fall on ears
Slight deviation from our faith may bring little misfortune
As we prefer to sing songs which are really out of tunes
If good words were to prove miracle we could have resorted to
If lip services were to be of great importance we could have sorted out
Alas! Such option was open and meant to be used for alleviation
We could have volunteered for it and preferred deviation
Prayer is biggest strength and source
It has tremendous appeal and force
Nothing wrong if you murmur your verses
When bowing down to any God including Jesus
It is taken as finals countdown for surrender
You are all out for regret as having been offender
Now you want to repent for all your sins
No material gain is important for you now as loss or win
It may travel to Him without concern
It may now be for Him to make raport in turn
The message will heal not only heart burns
But heart itself with mercy and yield great returns
Prayers are nothing but a will power to acknowledge
Surrender to thee with clean heart when difficult to manage
Prayers can be in group, by individual or as an ordinary man
It matters more if that is performed purely as human
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Living Hurts
I hear the singing of the birds…
I feel the sun on my face…
I am alive…
Turn to the morning news two babies murdered…
Living Hurts…
Walking in the park after dark…
The moon so very bright…
Then here comes that thief of the night…
Living Hurts…
Laughing and smiling with my boo…
Something we are expected to do…
Then out of nowhere, the dare…
Whip, bam, boom…
An arguments to soon…
Living Hurts…
Life is really to short…
It is a very good sport…
So lets just all get along…
Make love and smile…
Touch and run free…
Living Hurts…
Out of all of the warmhearted things…
This world has to offer…
It's final offer is death…
Love while you can….
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Ripples and cold waves
It sent ripples and cold waves in body
You entered in my life as special one and somebody
I thought offering myself at your little initiative
It was nothing but real feeling and very much indicative
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Why and what can be reason for such feeling?
I never tried to know and was not also willing?
I have remained unmoved with whatever may be reasons
He was kind, unique and above all very reasonable person
As teenager I have had some unsecured feelings
All problems start, create fear and send us reeling
It may be called infatuation or only body attraction
But certainly it is sometimes a one sided action
Complete world seems to be at our feet
Sky becomes illuminated when we personally meet
The stars and its twinkling and has different message
We are lost in magical environment with young age
All murky promises to be given to please
Tight embrace with no intension to release
Hand in hand with honest swearing to stay together
Not to be deterred by any problems and face it altogether
Such is dreamy land where two lovers meet!
The ground is unreal and firmly not placed are the feet
What else one can think in the absence no experience?
It is only illusory world which has existed for convenience
Even pigeons take enough care not to be noticed
Select the place where no one can be enticed
It is secluded place and no noise would be heard
Where two souls meet with no fear of being pushed
I noticed that I am being loved so much
I had not developed feeling yet as such
Though I had dreamed of such an occasion
Still it was ruled out of question
When he touched me with gratitude
I was away from me with different attitude
I was loosing the sense for not any cause
It was felt differently otherwise because…..
May be almighty wanted every human being to feel same way
It was best and long waited romantic moment to keep you away
To take you in different world where only two breathed and felt
The glorious moments mesmerized by fragrance to be smelt
I may not be the only one to be swayed by such magic spell
It continued to hunt my mind though it spoke of nice and very well
I may be the easy medium to have fallen in this lovely domain
Though it is difficult to sail through and concern still remain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It Is Your Plan
'LORD, I know it's your plan,
just help me to get through it.'
I came across such nice prayer in wall
It was reader's observation and fine call
'Beautiful words in your wall'
'It has made strong appeal'
I take it as Lord's plan for future
You can be my friend and for sure
She roared into laughter
No doubt she took it as joke matter
'Lord has sent you for me' I added
She had now opened up to talk free
You have made strong appeal
I wanted it for real
I proposed a nice deal
She began and started to feel
'I am here for you always'
'Let Him suggest and show the ways'
I was glad and happy as well
As she had responded positively to the call
Your dreams may always pay
When you are out for it and find the way
She was agreeing to what I was about to put
Her mouth remained wide open and not shut
I felt as if scaling of the wall
What a nice way to respond the call
'You are not dream but reality
The love of true feeling and fine quality'
'I am already on other side: ' she added
'Just divert to my side' I reminded
I shall take you to world wide
Make you to feel deep and slight
If you are after it and willing
I shall hold you with feeling
If you feel it honest and right
I shall always go for it without much fight
I shall make you miss
Your may remain so in morning breeze
Only one and forever one for me
I shall take it watch you as bird free
Just come near
Without any fear
I shall offer friendship and no tears
As you shall be always be called dear
Should I embrace?
Bring happiness on your face
If you say 'yes' in this case
I shall dream it for ever in any case
If you say' no' or never
I will go on until say you are fed up
I shall love to and remain on top
You may prove true and never stop...
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Follow the basic
I imagined the sky to be hollow
I forced my thoughts to go slow
It was an ordinary day to think
It was all the way bad for me to sink
I looked pale and surrendered to logic
It was suggesting me to follow the basic
At no stage I had some fear and apprehensions
Life seemed to me useless and full of questions
What sky had to offer to me in general?
Except its blue horizon and endless zone in particular
I took it as source of inspiration
In its hollowness there appeared to be self revelation
What transpired in my mind to go for solution?
Was some change expected for possible revolution?
I thought of The Great Ashoka who left the whole empire
Even today whole world takes note of his contribution and admire
It is said he witn3essed the mass destruction and slaughter
There was complete victory but nothing to enjoy after
He had victory on field but loss at heart
This was turning point for his good start
Sometimes we are winning in field but loosing at home
You are praised alright but never get rousing welcome
People are bitter about your highhandedness
Lots of criticism and adverse comments are there to f ace
Yes such attitude troubled me for long duration
I had everything but lacked proper satisfaction
Something was really absent to feel enjoyment
Some good thing was taking shape with solid movement
In life material gain or achievement is not that important
The progress may be there and remain constant
Yet something is worrying you most of the day
You think much but it is driving you away
I had to draw single lesson from Great Ashoka’s episode
He had no hesitation in leaving even if highly rode
The fame and prosperity was earned out of bloodshed
This continuously hunted him and forced to lead for true religion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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